"The Cylon of the Opera - Act 1" - BSGxPOTO - PG13 - 2/7 (2/4)
Title: The Cylon of the Opera
Fandom: Battlestar Galatica/The Phantom of the Opera
Rating: PG-13
Notes: When I say Phantom fandom I mean ALL of the fandom. A lot of it is based on the book, bits of it from the Webber's musical, and hints of Kay's "Phantom" and the Yaston/Kopit musical.
Prologue
Act 1, Scene 1
Act 1, Scene 2 - "The Death of Dreilide"
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“Kara, he's asking for you.”
Silently, she slipped into her father's room. The room that until a few weeks ago had been filled with the sunlight and the warmth of her father's smile but was now filled with the smell of cleaning alcohol and the sound of monitors.
“My sweet girl,” her father lifted up a hand to her and as she held it she could feel it shake from the effort.
“There is so much I wanted to teach you, so much I needed to tell you about life.”
“It's alright, papa,” she said with a weak smile, “You'll get better and then we'll have all the time we need.”
“Don't lie, Kara,” her father said with a soft laugh, “You aren't very good at it.”
“But you got better before,” she replied, thinking back to the days right after they returned to Gemenon and the Illumini Pantheon. He father had joined the Pantheon's orchestra in rehearsals for the upcoming season while she had filled the hours after school with service in the temple of Artemis. They had been so happy. Then suddenly all of the good that had been gained at the seaside, all of the health and vigor, had been stripped away in a matter of weeks leaving her father a pale gray copy of himself.
“Open the box, Kara,” her father said and a thrill went down her back. There was only one box he could be talking about - her mother's box.
Crossing to the bookcase, Kara paused for a second with her hand on the lid, just touching the wood that her mother had so often touched. Inside the small chest were all of her mothers most beloved belongings.
“At the bottom, wrapped in a red silk cloth,” her father instructed.
Kara lifted up the bundle and walked back over to the bed. She unwrapped it to discover an idol the same size as her own but that's were the similarities ended. Even to her sheltered eyes Kara knew that this goddess was a woman, with a look on her face that Kara didn't recognize but still made her want to blush.
“Your mother raised you to worship Artemis, but it was always her intention to introduce you to Aphrodite when you were older.”
Aphrodite, the goddess of love. ”And desire.” whispered a part of her mind.
“You may not be fully old enough just yet,” her father said, “But keep her close and one day she'll bring love to you.”
Kara ran a finger over the parted lips of the idol.
“Or maybe I should say bring it back to you?”
She quickly replied, “It wasn't like that, papa.”
“But it would have been nice if it was.” her father said softly, “Lee was a good boy.”
From behind the bed one of the monitors started to beep loudly, causing the nurse who had been resting in the hall to come rushing in.
“What's wrong?” Kara asked as a large lump formed in her chest.
“I wanted - to teach you - music, ” her father said in three gasping breaths.
“What's wrong?” she asked again but her question was lost as a second nurse and a priest came rushing into the room.
“Kara,” her father managed to grab a hold of her hand. “When I get to heaven - ” The hand he was holding was the one containing the statue of Aphrodite and the edge of the goddess's girdle dug into the palm of her hand.
“When I get to heaven - ”
“Yes, papa?” the lump was in her throat now.
“I'll send you down an angel of music,” his hand fell away, dropping on to the bed. “Listen for the angel, Kara.”
The monitors let out a loud screeching wail.
“Papa?”
“He is gone, child,” the priest said gently.
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Act 1, scene 3
Fandom: Battlestar Galatica/The Phantom of the Opera
Rating: PG-13
Notes: When I say Phantom fandom I mean ALL of the fandom. A lot of it is based on the book, bits of it from the Webber's musical, and hints of Kay's "Phantom" and the Yaston/Kopit musical.
Prologue
Act 1, Scene 1
Act 1, Scene 2 - "The Death of Dreilide"
--------------------------------------------------
“Kara, he's asking for you.”
Silently, she slipped into her father's room. The room that until a few weeks ago had been filled with the sunlight and the warmth of her father's smile but was now filled with the smell of cleaning alcohol and the sound of monitors.
“My sweet girl,” her father lifted up a hand to her and as she held it she could feel it shake from the effort.
“There is so much I wanted to teach you, so much I needed to tell you about life.”
“It's alright, papa,” she said with a weak smile, “You'll get better and then we'll have all the time we need.”
“Don't lie, Kara,” her father said with a soft laugh, “You aren't very good at it.”
“But you got better before,” she replied, thinking back to the days right after they returned to Gemenon and the Illumini Pantheon. He father had joined the Pantheon's orchestra in rehearsals for the upcoming season while she had filled the hours after school with service in the temple of Artemis. They had been so happy. Then suddenly all of the good that had been gained at the seaside, all of the health and vigor, had been stripped away in a matter of weeks leaving her father a pale gray copy of himself.
“Open the box, Kara,” her father said and a thrill went down her back. There was only one box he could be talking about - her mother's box.
Crossing to the bookcase, Kara paused for a second with her hand on the lid, just touching the wood that her mother had so often touched. Inside the small chest were all of her mothers most beloved belongings.
“At the bottom, wrapped in a red silk cloth,” her father instructed.
Kara lifted up the bundle and walked back over to the bed. She unwrapped it to discover an idol the same size as her own but that's were the similarities ended. Even to her sheltered eyes Kara knew that this goddess was a woman, with a look on her face that Kara didn't recognize but still made her want to blush.
“Your mother raised you to worship Artemis, but it was always her intention to introduce you to Aphrodite when you were older.”
Aphrodite, the goddess of love. ”And desire.” whispered a part of her mind.
“You may not be fully old enough just yet,” her father said, “But keep her close and one day she'll bring love to you.”
Kara ran a finger over the parted lips of the idol.
“Or maybe I should say bring it back to you?”
She quickly replied, “It wasn't like that, papa.”
“But it would have been nice if it was.” her father said softly, “Lee was a good boy.”
From behind the bed one of the monitors started to beep loudly, causing the nurse who had been resting in the hall to come rushing in.
“What's wrong?” Kara asked as a large lump formed in her chest.
“I wanted - to teach you - music, ” her father said in three gasping breaths.
“What's wrong?” she asked again but her question was lost as a second nurse and a priest came rushing into the room.
“Kara,” her father managed to grab a hold of her hand. “When I get to heaven - ” The hand he was holding was the one containing the statue of Aphrodite and the edge of the goddess's girdle dug into the palm of her hand.
“When I get to heaven - ”
“Yes, papa?” the lump was in her throat now.
“I'll send you down an angel of music,” his hand fell away, dropping on to the bed. “Listen for the angel, Kara.”
The monitors let out a loud screeching wail.
“Papa?”
“He is gone, child,” the priest said gently.
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Act 1, scene 3